This Sisyphean Nightmare Lyrics – Chonny Jash

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This mountain does look quite tall
But if I’m not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall
Gods forbid I have to start all over again
But then, the Gods are the ones who left me condemned

To circumvent death –
Nay, to chain and to rule life above it –
I wagered my breath
But never thought to lose was to mean I’d won it

So, Orpheus turned
And Icarus burned
What Hell did they earn?
And what the hell damned lesson did they learn?

That the Gods deal in folly?
That to yearn is unholy?
And that hope’s condemned
Tell the people of Corinth
That their king died immodest
And yet, he died content

This mountain does look quite tall
But if I’m not very, very careful, this boulder just might fall
Gods forbid I have to start all over again
…and make them admit that I win

The asterisk upon my gravestone spells
The harrowed tale of a trillion separate Hells
A drip of sour ambrosia from a hubris-poisoned well
I drew and took my aim and in Chronos’ name
Given the chance, I’d do it all again
I see your cosmic irony and raise
That I won your game

The lie that they feed is that the mean careens along these strict axes
I can’t help recalling that line that we read

“One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”

Ha! Bull-fu*king-s*it
One must imagine Sisyphus fu*king pissed
Sits with clenched fists, slits cut betwixt his wrists
Renounces his persistence and thinks
“Man, what the fu*k is this?!”

An unending assault
See my sweat carve rivers in asphalt
Is it my own fault I’m a monster of habit?

If patience is a virtue, then I sure as damn Personalised Hell have it

See the tick chase its tock;
Stuck between a sad place and a rock
See the stick whip the dog as he chases the carrot

Or, maybe it’s more apt to be compared instead
To that of a little dung beetle trapped
Inside a crap-chute of vacuous scraps
Find purpose in s*it
Refusing to quit
Roll circles of fifths
Roll that up your fu*king hill and smoke it

Arid souls cannot heal
See the cunning man’s legs start to keel
At least Atlas can kneel while he serves out his sentence

You and I have a very different definition of penance

We’re all addicts at heart
Some have wine, some have s*x, some have art
But you won’t find Endurance within my confessions

Looking up to the stars so that my periphery cannot see chains
Trapped behind my own bars –
Lock me up and toss the keychange

We’re told no win condition can be found
“Wars of attrition seldom end in crowns.”
The more you fight, the more you find your next path coiled and wound
For every step we take, another pit we make
And when we’re back, we’ll scorn and we’ll forsake
Given enough eternity our backs will break
Under our mistakes

“What is called a reason to live is also an excellent reason to die.”
“I know simply that the sky will last longer than I.”

The artful cur wears his grin
Where on Earth does he get the skin?
The punishment fits the sin

Stones thrown from houses of glass
Will always kill two birds
Rend my tomb, I can’t do what you ask

And though, at times, I feel small
At times, weak. At times, stalled
I will still answer this call

I’m just an average guy, after all
And I’ve got a mighty, heavy stone to haul

And